USA First Lady Dr. Jill Biden and Second Gentleman Doug Emhoff

Governor Hobbs,
My name is Lisa Teresi, the grieving mother of Anthony Batres. My son was 29 years
old when he passed away from Fentanyl poisoning.
On the morning of January 16, 2023 at approximately 6:30 a.m., my daughter,
Nicole, found her brother on the living room floor with a bag of 10+ fentanyl pills with
a mesh strainer next to him. She called out to me, “I’m sorry, Mama!” over and over
while shaking him. Nicole ran to me and said, “Anthony’s not waking up, Mom!” and
showed me the bag of pills.
I ran downstairs and checked for a pulse and felt nothing. During this time, his two
other sisters, Kaitlyn and Ashley, ran down. I told Nicole to call 911 and hand me the
phone. I thought we should put him in a cold shower, so his sisters tried to pick him
up, but the 911 operator advised against that and said to pour a glass of cold water
on his head.
I will never forget watching the blood move across his face as we rolled him on his
back to start chest compressions. Nicole started and when she got tired, Ashley
would jump in. Ashley remembered that we had Narcan upstairs. Kaitlyn took over
as Ashley got the Narcan. Nicole took over as Ashley administered the Narcan.
It felt like hours went by and it seemed like everything moved in slow motion. The
paramedics and police arrived within 6 - 8 minutes. The paramedics attached a
chest compression device that his hands were velcroed to and they administered
two doses of Narcan. He was still unresponsive at that point.
The paramedics put him in the ambulance and took him to Exceptional Hospital in
Maricopa. The doctor and nurses there worked on him for at least 45 minutes to an
hour administering six additional Narcan shots, when they finally got vitals on him.
He was put on life support immediately.
When my husband and I arrived at the ER, we were called back to speak with the
doctor, and he explained how hard they fought for him and how much Narcan they
gave him. I asked the doctor, “He’s brain dead, isn’t he?” “He came in dead, didn’t
he?” The doctor explained to me that his brain was without oxygen for a very long
time and that when he arrived, he showed no vitals, so the chances of him surviving
without being on life support were less than one percent.
I went back to see him, and I will never be able to remove that image from my mind.
He was lying there with a tube down his throat, hooked up to all kinds of machines
and the beeping sound they made. I hugged him and laid on his chest and cried and
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